"There?" he asked and pointed—
With his stick, reader, with his stick. S-T-I-C-K, gentle reader. A roughly hewn stick branded with the owner's name: Felix Wohlfahrt from Zwickau. With his stickau he pointed, gentle or lowly reader, with his stick! You know what a stick is, don't you? Well, that's what he pointed with—a stick—and got into the car, and left the stick there, upon getting out again, naturally—for the car temporarily belonged to him. I in fact noted that "quiet satisfaction." An artist's memory—what a curious thing! Beats all other kinds, I imagine. "There?"Mhe asked and pointed with his stick. Never in my life was I so astonished.